Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Aye, Hope Solo.

Drama and sublime terror are not the same things as love.  Not necessarily anyway.  It is in truth a form of mental illness to insist that one must come with the other;  the product of a life that was either hellishly boring or so traumatic that simple day-to-day calm comes to feel like death. 

There's always driving on acid if you want a thrill.  It's far less dangerous and painful than signing off half your property to a violent galoot. 

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